The Naked Tale of Nan and Joe

Dolly- A Preamble

Out on the highway, Dolly,

Heading for a city,

Where every poet is bemoaning love out of his lips.

I supped with that old mortal Jones

Who refuses to die out of love for the divine in women.

I felt for you, Dolly, an old flame, once upon a time,

To lay my head in your lap again,

And to pray all the day in sorrowful prayer

For what might have been better done.

But, Dolly, can love err?

The  Naked Tale of Nan and Joe

Joe Morris did itch for mons and pussy.

Pony shook his shiny head to and fro.

“Are you jazzed? I can lead you where she jives.”

Joe got his tony one stringed guitar

And ponied up to where Nan sat perched.

“Her cottontail promises a hot hive,

So near the folds of her skirt pussy hurts

For long hard horn, a spear, a pole of poles.”

Nan spoke up, you play ‘Pussy, Please Come Home’?

Pony neighed, pranced. Pussy was close and shaved.

Joe on bottom stair. She was all shook up.

“That’s a pretty puss.” “Play me a hoot, Joe.”

“How do you do? How do you know I play?”

“Warm wet cunt awaits.” Joe jazzed his one string

Nan shooed away Veev and Lann. “Play a lick.”

“Who’s those two twaddle’s Dad? You married mom?”

“Dad’s not here.” Joe drove a tune in a groove.

“You’ve a fine coon.” Nan drew musicians

Rolls of rice paper of lovers painted

Pretty Puss and Joe and shiny Pony.

Nan bared her twat, Joe fucked her, dick got thick

Pony grinned, “You’re thicker and bigger than Pig.”

The pair of the pussy and the damned dick

Increased in fame, true friends and fans, a thing.

Dad caught wind. “We had no love between us.”

“You mean me, Nan, or that wuss Joe Morris?”

“All the sweet morsels turned sour on my tongue,

Our life a lie unending, never was.”

Dad understood death. Heavy hung his heart.

Nan and Joe buggered front and back all night

T’was an epiphany. Pony warned Joe,

“Dad is a mean maddened cur, you crossed him.”

“She’s not just a cunt to me. A great fuck!”

“Dad will come. If not now, round the mountain.”

Joe sniggered. Dick dripped cum. He didn’t heed.

An early morn sun, light filtered through trees

Dad snuck up the stairs to his couch to wait,

Joe heard commotion, “You hear that sound, hon?”

“Oh, it’s nothin, Joe, or no one worry ’bout.

“Hey, Nan, you wanna blab?” asked Dad, afraid.

Nan and Joe curled in coitus on the bed.

“How are ya ’round? You can’t last in her snatch.”

“I gave her two child. You, your jazz.” “Why Dad,

No Daddio like you toots tunes like Joe.”

“Joe, If you’re still here in ten, you’re dead, man.”

“Fuck you! She’s mine. Made you a cuckold.”

Up at the second floor, Nan only mum,

Not a word fell from her lips. Dad went down

Found Joe sittin like a thrane on his throne.

He stood up proud and vain. Dad knocked him flat.

Veev and Lann heard murderous roars and acts.

Nan ran to batter Dad. He flung her back.

“The train waits for us at the rail station

Six months. Do you comprehend? A compact?”

“I got my po-nee. Joe pooned my pus-see.”